FILLING THE SPACE OF A DAY—OR NOT

I’m sitting outside just enjoying this simple and beautiful California day. But my mind won’t leave well-enough alone. It always wants me to DO something. But I’m thinking, "how stupid is that?"

Do I need to think about with I should do to fill this beautiful, virgin empty space of time? Is it with good? Things that will help me—and the bigger Me—the world at large?

Maybe I should stop trying so hard.

It makes me sad to think that I might waste the time—this "oh so precious" time. But what, exactly is a waste of time? Isn’t it true that we are always learning, no matter what? Just as long as we’re awake? And isn’t it true that trying to fill up time might be no better than leaving it empty? I’m beginning to think that maybe empty is better!

After all, what do we fill the time with, anyway? What makes us think that anything is more important than just merely Being? Often something that I am convinced is so important, turns out not to be not much of anything. In the long run, when I look back at things I’ve done, I’m amazed to find that what I’ve filled my time with, is just so much drivel.

I guess I am finding it’s better just to be—to let the day be as empty as space itself. I like the feeling of "nothing planned" and "nothing to do." What’s so bad about doing nothing? "Nothing at all," I think...

Absolutely Nothing.